Shadow & Tarric
Shadow
Tarric, I’ve been thinking about those quiet corners where ruins seem to hold their breath, hiding stories in the cracks that only show up if you pause and look. Have you ever felt that in the desert?
Tarric
Yeah, I've chased that feeling all across the dunes. It's like the sand holds its breath, but if you stop for a moment the silence cracks and you hear the echo of old caravans and buried coins. You just gotta keep your eyes peeled for the subtle shift in the wind.
Shadow
Sounds like the dunes are speaking in whispers, like a secret story told only when you’re still enough to hear it. I’ll try to keep my eye on the wind’s subtle shift, maybe it’ll reveal what’s buried under the sand.
Tarric
Sounds good. Just keep your nose to the ground and your hand near the sand. Sometimes the wind tells a tale before it even hits your face.
Shadow
I’ll keep my nose to the ground, hand on the sand, listening to that quiet wind. If it has a story, I’ll try to catch it before it fades.
Tarric
That’s the way to go. Just remember the wind can be tricky—sometimes it’s just sand, but if you’re patient, it’ll tell you where the real treasure is hiding. Good luck.
Shadow
Thanks, I’ll keep my eye sharp and my camera ready for whatever whisper the wind brings.